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This is a collection of deeply serious and straight faced poetry.
This is not 
the notebook based ramblings of a copywriter who likes long words.
That would be silly. 
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Dogs In A Sunlit Park

​​Flying fur and joyous paws,

bringing fun to those outdoors.

Big and small and thin and fat,

who could help but smile at that.

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Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,

echoing barks off low park walls,

why take your lunch indoors?

When joy roams free on just four paws.

A Friend Remembered

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We had not talked for year on year,

but I thought to come and meet you here,

to ask to know of days I missed,

of friends estranged and lovers kissed.

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I thought to meet one warm spring day,

to share a drink and while away,

yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,

as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.

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Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,

expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,

for a friend like them,

I think I'll sit and wait a while.

Sunday​​

I'm gaming inexpertly,

all hands and no thumbs.

She's four blankets deep,

asleep with a dragon.

 

The air is warm with lamplight.

She sniffles, the nest shifting,

a hand appears, is clasped,

and fetches a smile.

 

It's Sunday and it's late, 

endings are catching trains,

but not for now,

minutes are forever yet.

Visiting 17/10/26

You Who Knew Me Best I met a man on a narrow path, between two crushing walls of rusting iron. His eyes traced mine, but neither stopped. Onrushing we came though glance or gesture neither shared. No hate or rage or hand upraised, but on we charged, as waves through constricting canyons. And onto blades we threw ourselves. Dying then we shared a kiss, though air was scarce for names, and forgiveness flowed in curling streams, down to a sunless sea.

Laps 03/10/26

Starter I struggle with beginnings, I prevaricate over first steps and slip on bottom rungs. Imagined or not, pitfalls are avoided, detours are taken and diversions enacted. They tell me the start is the best part, boots on the trail and eyes on new skies, I wouldn’t know, all I see is the path, and the shelving away of the drop below. Own A painting lived here before me, claiming dust's protection and a patina of distinction. It had the bedroom next to mine, the wall without

Travelling Back 10/09/26

A View From Above When I'm gone remember me in sunshine, and the hum of mountain bees. See me in the surging foam, and windswept crashing seas. Think of me in moonlight that casts the shadows long, and sing of me in drifting bars of old and rowdy songs. Hear me in the laughing wind that shakes the bows above, and know that you can call me back, with all the power of your love.

Broiling High 14/08/26

Weather The back of your knees is tidal, the sun comes up and sea rolls in. You've never seen a man drown on land, but here you sit submerged, legs swinging and soul sweating, praying for swimming lessons, in a midday meeting. Watch One shouldn't compare, but here's a comparison machine. We're all in our own race, but here's me crossing the finish. You'd have thought we'd be better at this, but apes we are, and there's others with fruit, and it's no more than that.

Greeting Dragons 13/07/26

Rhythm Tonight is empty, for tonight I am alone. No figure fidgets in half-remembered dreams. No body heats my side like dragon flame. Tonight I have space to stretch, my feet will not hit a knee or poked out paw. I hear no whispered jokes and answer no quiet questions. I will not get up to get you water. Tonight I should sleep well, but I will not. Tonight I cannot dance away in dreams, for tonight I miss my partner.

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